DANYA
The Singaporienne: A Novel

Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
Oh taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright lights turn to night
Until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me

10:22 PM Hell’s Kitchen


My life on a display book,
Torn,
Naked,
Bare.
People just pass by and look.
Without even a single note of care.

I’m screaming like a coward.
They don’t stop and hear me.
All the things left undiscovered,
Leave me empty, barren, dirty.

I’m left to wonder,
How they put these masks on.
And face this world in such a blur,
Making their hopes and dreams broken, torn.

Bring on the struggles, fury and cowardice.
I’ll face them for as long as I can,
Waiting to meet death’s eternal kiss.
And to this, I’ll put a ban.

To stop the world from taking control,
To keep my pride and sanity.
To live to the end of my soul,
To sustain myself to be me.

Release me from this dungeon,
To tell others of my treacherous tale,
Of my life in Hell’s Kitchen,
Earth